Warning ! This text is for mature people only ! It's containt some sexual interaction, even if they don't really describe !
First of all, I don't really know asexuality or aromantism. To be fair, even if I'm considering myself in this spectrum (for being ace, I'm not aro), I don't know if I illustrate good the people form this community. If I'm not, I'm sorry about that.
I don't pretend to understand the character of Alastor and Lucifer. Man, you can say they're a little OOC here, but I try to write something about them who satisfy myself and I want to share it with you ! I hope you enjoyed it !
"You're nothing but a piece of shit," Lucifer growled as he staggered back.
"And yet, I smell better than you." replied Alastor, his steps assured despite the amount of alcohol in his blood.
It was around 4 a.m. and they had just returned to the hotel. The lobby was empty of life, the other residents probably asleep. The duo had spent a rather restless night. At Charlie's request, they followed Vox and Valentino throughout the evening to see if they had any contact with a demon who had breached the hotel's security. Alastor had insisted that he could simply use his magic to listen their conversation via the radios, and Lucifer had agreed. But the Princess of Hell had been adamant: no demonic or angelic power. The demon who had attacked the hotel was very powerful and could watch Vox and Valentino as well as them. So they had to be discreet, disguise ourselves and follow them. When Lucifer pointed out that Alastor could carry out the task alone, his daughter replied that she was afraid for him in case of trouble. The King of Hell relented under his daughter's pleading gaze, causing Alastor to roll his eyes.
So they left early in the evening incognito. Angel had dressed them so they wouldn't be recognized, which had been a challenge. It wasn't as if they looked like everyman. Alastor had ended up disguised as a fat, mismatched old cat man, and Lucifer as a chic old imp woman.
At first, they had carried out their mission in all seriousness, ignoring each other most of the time in order to concentrate on the two Overlords. Then, at some point during the evening, they found themselves in a bar. They ordered drinks and positioned themselves far away so they didn't risk to be spotted by Vox and Valentino. They drank in silence, then Lucifer ordered another drink. Alastor laughed at him and told him not to get drunk as they had a mission to finish. Lucifer gave him an angry look and retorted that it would take more than that to finish him off. One thing led to another and they ended up ordering far, far too much alcohol, which they finished. In a daze, they hadn't noticed that Vox and Valentino had left. They'd falled their mission.
In a pitiful state, both had returned to the hotel with difficulty, even if the Radio Demon hid his condition better than his companion.
"I smell because you pushed me into the garbage!" exclaimed Lucifer as he pointed an accusing finger at the man disguised as a cat.
"You wallowed on your own," Alastor retorted in a half-truth. Lucifer had staggered and fallen onto the Overlord, who had reflexively pushed him away. Lucifer had tipped over into the waste.
"You bastard!" shouted Lucifer. "That's not true, and you know it!"
"Listen." growled the Radio Demon, rubbing his forehead. "I've put up with you long enough and, for your own safety, it would be best if I returned to my room."
"My own safety!" sneered the King. "Come on, Albert, even in this state, you can't do anything against me."
The Overlord slowly turned his head towards the angel, who had a provocative sneer on his face.
"I could kill you with my own will," threatened the Demon. Lucifer laughed.
"Oh, how cute!" teased the latter, hands clasped and an adorable pout on his face, but those eyes were clearly defiant. "The little kitty hisses at me and gets the little claws out of his little paws! Don't be ridiculous, kid. You're too weak to do anything to me."
A ball of frustration and rage grew in his chest as his usual smile began to take on a destructive expression.
Whether Alastor liked it or not, Lucifer was right. He could never beat him, even if he made a contract with all the souls in Hell. The angel was on another level, even for Zestial. Adam himself, at the height of his power, had failed to inflict an injury on him when he'd knocked the Radio Demon out in one blow. He couldn't dominate him on a battlefield.
Even beating him over his daughter's affection was increasingly compromised. Lucifer and Charlie were growing closer. She hugged him more often, went to him for advice more, and spoke of him to Alastor with great enthusiasm. Of course, the Radio Demon remained an important friend to the Princess of Hell, but it was becoming complicated to win the competition for his affection. He was losing that battle.
"I'll make you beg my name if you say the word 'weak' again, little man," said the Radio Demon in his most menacing voice, the one he'd reserved for the Overlord he'd destroyed and annihilated.
Lucifer gave him the most provocative smile he could muster and staggered towards him. He placed his finger on his chest and, with just a tiny fraction of his power, pushed him. Alastor ended up on the ground several meters away. His back hit the marble with pain and he winced under the impact. He straightened up and looked at the angel.
"Weak." declared the latter with unmitigated contempt.
Alastor then stood up quickly and approached with a determined step. He couldn't beat him. He couldn't use his demonic powers. He had to surprise him as much as possible to gain the upper hand. When he reached the gate, an idea suddenly occurred to him that disgusted him to no end. There was one battle he hadn't fought yet before the armistice was sounded.
Without warning, he advanced even closer to Lucifer. Lucifer was prepared for a blow. Not when Alastor's hand reached behind his head and drew him to him. The Demon's lips touched the angel's with great force and determination. This surprised the King of the Hell so much that he let the Demon Radio take over the situation.
It wasn't the first time Alastor had kissed someone. When he was alive, he was used to this kind of behavior. Kissing, fucking, he had to do it to appear normal, to be like the others, to fit into a society he'd never wanted to be part of in the first place. He'd had girlfriends, mainly because he thought it would please his mother. I'm normal, Mom, look, I'm bringing girls home! One of them will probably be my wife, look how happy I am!
The truth was, all that romance and what went with it didn't appeal to him. Having to play the lover to a woman in whom he felt only the respect he had for all his kind was clearly not his thing. He wasn't romantically attracted to these women, nor sexually. The relationships he had always ended because of this. Because of his "impotence" when, in reality, it was just that he didn't have that desire in him. But then again, in his day, that wasn't something people understood.
When his mother had assured him that he didn't have to force himself to please her, to fit in, he'd felt an affection so great it would have brought tears to his eyes. He hugged her and silently thanked her for understanding him.
It had been a while since he'd played this role, but Lucifer didn't seem to mind. He had literally surrendered himself to his kiss, opening his mouth to allow him access to his oral cavity. Alastor deepened his kiss, dominatingly slipping his tongue into the angel's mouth to begin a frenzied dance. He brought the King's body closer, his hand behind his firm head and the other on those unyielding hips. As he squeezed, he could feel Lucifer's erection against his leg. Typical.
The Radio Demon made them melt into the shadows and they suddenly landed on a bed. Alastor hadn't calculated where he'd teleported to; he simply didn't want to soil his room. He just knew he was somewhere in the hotel.
He broke the kiss and began nibbling Lucifer's neck, his breathing ragged and his excitement clearly visible. With one firm hand, the Radio Demon imprisoned both of the angel's wrists above his head, while the other descended sensuously down the old woman's dress.
Alastor heard a slight hiccup from Lucifer as he sank his teeth into his flesh and felt his shudder as Alastor finally reached the skin of his legs. Then, suddenly, the King's body tensed.
"Oulah, wait, stop!" whispered the angel, softly. This made the Overlord stop." What are we doing here?"
The Radio Demon licked the bite mark on the King's skin.
"Foreplay." he replied simply, factually. He tried to move his hand up under his dress but was stopped.
"No, Alastor! Stop!" panicked Lucifer softly. Alastor stepped back slightly, one eyebrow raised. It was the first time he'd heard the King call him by his first name.
"What's the matter?" sighed this one. "Don't tell me you don't want it, I can feel it from here."
"That's not the problem!" exclaimed the angel, red-faced. "It's just that... Are you the one throwing that?"
"Throw what?" questioned the Demon.
"Well, that!" replied Lucifer in a low voice.
"That what? The sexual relationship?" tried to clarify Alastor.
"Yes!" exclaimed Lucifer softly.
"The answer seems pretty obvious to me," scoffed the Overlord, "Even to a backward person like you."
"But, you don't like it, do you?" asked the King.
The Demon in cat's clothing was startled before frowning dangerously.
"How do you know that?" he said dryly.
"Not hard to see, even for a backward person like me," Lucifer ironized. "You don't seem at all attracted to other people's charms and what's more, you're totally indifferent when you see this sort of thing on the street."
Alastor stared at him for a moment. Rather observant, for someone who didn't like him.
"Yeah, so what?" he finally says with a shrug. "It doesn't mean I can't have sex."
"Yes, but that just means you're not going to enjoy it," retorted the angel. "And then, frankly, do you really want to fuck me?"
"No." Alastor's answer came without thinking, instinctively.
"Ah!" sneered Lucifer. "So, the question is, what do you want from me?"
"That you beg me." continued the Demon. When he realized what he'd said, he fell silent. Lucifer, beneath him, wore an expression of pure surprise.
Alastor suddenly felt embarrassed by the situation. But what was he thinking? He realized that the alcohol had affected him far more than he had realized. He never acted on these impulses, usually. He'd spent his life controlling himself and others. He was the one in charge. How could he have fallen into this situation? He began to walk away, letting go of Lucifer's wrists and looking away.
"You're right," he admitted reluctantly. "This situation is ridiculous. Let's not talk about it anymore."
He was about to vanish into the shadows when suddenly he heard a voice that was irresistible to his ears.
"Please."
A ball of pure power formed in his chest, swelling under the effect of dopamine. He turned his head towards Lucifer, who bit his lower lip red. He was embarrassed, really uncomfortable, but his voice, the tone he'd used, was really pleading, as if he owed him something, as if it was a matter of life or death. It was everything the Radio Demon wanted. Eyes round with surprise, he let Lucifer straighten up.
"Okay, damn, oh this is awkward." this one stammered before taking a small breath. "Okay, so, here's how it's going to work. We're going to sit opposite each other and I'm going to... I'm going to beg you. You just look at me in the eye. Okay?"
Alastor was confused, his smile almost gone due to his psychological state. He shook his head and placed his hands in front of him, as if to regain control of the situation.
"Wait, I don't understand." he said finally "You're just going to beg me like that? With nothing in return?"
Lucifer bit his lips again and blushed profusely. Alastor frowned and thought before realizing. The angel had an erection.
"Listen!" exclaimed the King softly. "I'm not asking you to do anything. Hell, I don't even know how I'm going to react to what's about to happen!" He ran a hand through his hair, removing the wig he had from his old-woman disguise. "Let's test it, shall we? It doesn't work, it doesn't work, that's it!"
The Radio Demon had a question that immediately came to his mind, but he preferred not to ask it. The ball of pure power was already dissipating and he had an irresistible urge to feel it again. He finally nodded.
"Okay." he replied softly. He settled on the bed, sitting in front of Lucifer. The angel closed his eyes for a few seconds, then settled back comfortably. He then stared at him, and Alastor waited a few moments before hearing the King's imploring voice again.
"Please."
The sensation grew inside him again, and as Lucifer's pleas continued, it grew and devoured him. He felt so good, so powerful, so euphoric just hearing the angel pray to him. He'd felt this way before when his victims implored him, but never on this level. It was much more intense when it came from the mouth of a quasi-divine being.
As agreed, he looked into his eyes, observing him as the Demon glowered in satisfaction. He was so locked in his own state that he didn't notice the spark of desire in Lucifer's eyes until a few moments later. He then began to analyze his behavior. The King's face was taut with intense effort. He bit his lips repeatedly, as if holding something back. His breathing was erratic, even though his words seemed under control. Alastor slowly began to understand what was happening when he saw that only one hand was visible in his field of vision. He wanted to lower his gaze to where he thought the other was, but suddenly felt fingers tracing up his chin.
Lucifer had straightened his head slightly to prevent him from seeing further down. His gaze had become imploring.
"I'm begging you," he whispered. The lump in Alastor's chest swelled even more when he realized that this request wasn't feigned.
With a small smile, he gave him an amused look as he saw Lucifer tense up and hold back another, more powerful sound from coming out of his mouth.
It had been several weeks since what had happened that evening and, frankly, the situation between them hadn't changed. Alastor was sipping his tea and reading a book in the hotel lounge as he thought about what had happened next.
When Lucifer had finally ejaculated, they parted without a word, as if the situation didn't need to be discussed. The next day, they met up in the kitchen with the other residents and started arguing about how they hadn't succeeded in their mission the day before. Business as usual.
The Radio Demon didn't mind. It was only an interlude, a parenthesis caused by the alcohol they'd admittedly abused. In his mind, it was all but forgotten, although the feeling of power he'd felt hadn't really faded. Occasionally, he felt slightly nostalgic about it, but he quickly moved on. He had learned not to dwell on the past.
He heard footsteps and was not at all surprised to see Angel Dust and Lucifer enter the room. The big Pornstar and the little King got on quite well. At first, like everyone else he met, Angel had been very heavy-handed and suggestive, but that hadn't lasted. In the end, they acted more like nephew and uncle: not close enough to have a father-son relationship, but close enough for Lucifer to be a role model for Angel. The King felt affection for the Pornstar and it showed. In fact, he often called him "kiddo".
"Hey, Al!" called Angel cheerfully. Lucifer leaned against the edge of the door, looking much less cheerful.
"Angel," replied Alastor politely. He didn't look away from his book and continued sipping his tea.
"Charlie and Vaggie are suggesting we go see a show in town!" exclaimed the Spider Demon enthusiastically. "Are you coming?"
The Radio Demon raised an eyebrow and turned a page of his book.
"What kind of show?" he asked. "I don't think there's anything to see in Hell that could lead souls to redemption."
"Oh, Alastor!" gasped Angel, rolling his eyes. "It's nothing to do with that! It's just an outing between us! So, are you coming? Everyone's coming!"
Alastor finally looked up from his reading, intrigued.
"Everyone?" he asked, glancing at Lucifer. Lucifer winced.
"Not me, bellhop." he grunted in response. "Need someone to watch the hotel."
"Then, I can stay here." sighed the Radio Demon "Go have fun with these trivialities."
"Oh, come on, Al!" exclaimed Angel. "It's going to be fun! It's been a while since we've done this!"
"Because there had already been a first time?" asked Alastor.
"Touché." sneered the Pornstar. "But that makes the event even more important!"
"No," said the Radio Demon.
"Please?" asked Angel, in a pleading tone.
The Overlord looked up at the Spider Demon, who was making an adorable little boil, in an attempt to soften him up. He knew Angel often used this ploy to get what he wanted. He'd seen several residents succumb to this little trick. However, as much as he loved to be wanted, the fact that this insect was making this request left him indifferent.
"Sorry, Angel." he sighed again. "But begging doesn't make me hot or cold. The answer's still no."
Pornstar looked a little disappointed before pouting.
"Whatever you say, sour old man!" he said in a joking tone. "Stay locked up while we go have a blast without you!"
He left the room with a cheerful step. Alastor returned to his reading before realizing that Lucifer was no longer standing in the doorway when Angel had disappeared. Had he left before the discussion was over? Suddenly, he felt a presence close to his ear.
"Please." said a voice in a tone of absolute entreaty.
Alastor closed his eyes as the ball in his chest, which had begun to fade, reformed into a magnificent, burning sensation of power. He cast a dark look of satisfaction in the direction of the sound emission. He quickly met Lucifer's eyes, shining with defiance.
The King shrugged his shoulders and headed for the exit.
"Just to test your claims," he declared. He stopped in the doorway and turned a provocative expression toward him. "Not so indifferent, it would seem."
He left with a satisfied smile as Alastor glared at him.
That little prick.
Alastor looked down the corridor with undisguised disgust. The decoration of the third floor was Lucifer's responsibility and the Radio Demon was adamant: it was hideous. He didn't know where to start: the shimmering blue tone? The circus imagery that didn't go with the color? Or was it those clown paintings that took up the vast majority of the space? He had the impression that every one of them was watching him, ready to devour him. He'd never been afraid of clowns, oh dear God, no, but he felt like throwing them all away for the affront of looking at him as if he were their breakfast.
He found the person responsible for this carnage a few yards away, as he added a new painting. His annoyance reached its peak.
"Can you stop putting clowns everywhere?!" he snarled. Lucifer ignored him completely. "You know the whole point is to get people to come and win Heaven, not to get them to commit suicide?"
"So, my dearest Alberto," began the King, his tone full of sarcasm. "Everyone loves circus. They're places that bring joy and happiness! When people get to this floor, they'll think: 'Wow! It's like walking into a dream!" "
"They'll mostly turn around and complain to management that we're trying to spy on them." growled Alastor and he tapped the angel's chest with his microphone. "And management is me. So, you're going to give me the pleasure of handing out an appropriate decoration."
"So, little guy." counter Lucifer, who slapped the microphone. "You may be the hotel manager, but my daughter's the boss! So, what she says goes above your orders. Now, she's asked me to manage the decoration of this floor. You can't argue with that."
Frustration was evident in the Radio Demon's features.
"Charlie and I are handling this together," he clarified. "I have the right to give my opinion on what goes on in this place. Your decoration is part of that. So take it down and put the old one back up."
"Oh yes!" ironized Lucifer. "I'm sure the Lovecraftian atmosphere was much more welcoming!"
"At least it had style," said Alastor.
"That's why Charlie asked me to change it," concluded the King with a smug look on his face.
The Radio Demon glared at him as the angel raised an eyebrow in provocation. God, he wanted to silence that laughable little being. Suddenly, Lucifer's face switched between two temporalities: that of the moment, with an expression of defiance, and another of a few months ago, tense and eager, holding back from cumming as he begged. Alastor felt the lump reform in his chest, this urge to make him swallow his smug air turning into an irresistible desire to see him again in a position of weakness. His gaze must have intensified, for Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
The Radio Demon regained his consistency. He mustn't give in to this impulse.
"Yes, indeed," he replied. The angel seemed surprised and began to touch his head.
"What? What is it?!" he exclaimed, searching for an impurity.
Alastor hummed a little tune before leaning forward, close to his interlocutor's face. The King raised an eyebrow as the Radio Demon detailed him in minute. Finally, he shrugged.
"Sorry, it's just your cake face," he replied sarcastically.
Lucifer grimaced.
"Ah, ah." he said without humor. "Fuck you."
"Oh, you'd love to." growled Alastor.
This led to a silence in the room that the Demon struggled to understand before realizing what he'd just said. He'd gone off the rails again. Hadn't he just said not to give in to this impulse? The situation was out of his control. He had to back down, and fast. Before he could make a move, he suddenly heard a voice speaking in a tone that had an effect on him he couldn't have foreseen.
"Pretty please."
Lucifer stared at him defiantly, though the words that came out of his mouth had nothing to do with his provocative expression. They stared at each other for a long moment, each burning with a vivid, destructive energy. Alastor was about to pounce on the little man in order to dominate him, to put him in his place, to give in to this impulse as he did to the one ordering him to kill, when he heard the elevator door open.
"Alastor?" called Vaggie, arriving quickly at the two companions. The Radio Demon had straightened up quickly to face the newcomer, his expression still as smiling and imperturbable as ever while his body was a veritable rollercoaster. What the hell would have happened if she hadn't appeared? What was wrong with him? This was the first time this had ever happened to him.
Was it sexual desire? No, it didn't seem to be. His body wasn't reacting as if it was. At least, it was as usual. There was only that burning desire in his chest, a desire he already knew from those hunts and murders, but more powerful, uncontrollable. He glanced at Lucifer, who had his back to Vaggie and himself. He had the feeling he didn't want to face them, to avoid showing the obvious signs of his discomfort.
"What is it, dear?" he asked. If the former exorcist found the situation strange, she didn't point it out.
"We need you downstairs," she said, simply. "Can you join us quickly?"
"I'll be right there!" he exclaimed. He readjusted his bow tie and watched Lucifer discreetly.
"Your Majesty." he said, with a slight tone of contempt that in reality was only feigned.
"Bellboy." replied Lucifer, with the same intonation. Alastor seemed to detect the confusion in his voice, but ignored it.
"I expect you to respect my directives," added the Radio Demon.
"Of course," agreed Lucifer. This set Alastor and Vaggie off, and they frowned.
So the Overlord walked away with the former exorcist down the corridor, towards the elevator. When they finally got within a few steps of the elevator, they heard a clicking sound. The two employees frowned, seeing nothing in particular happening. Finally, A1astor laid eyes on the portraits and almost broke his microphone in frustration.
All the clowns in the paintings had been replaced by the Radio Demon in gag-like positions. What all the pieces had in common was that, whatever the position, a middle finger was brandished.
The Overlord fulminated while the former exorcist laughed softly.
That fucking bastard.
From that day on, Alastor's urges grew stronger and more irresistible. In response, he preferred to keep his distance from the angel. Not that he was running away, no, no, far from it. He was Demon Radio, after all, and it was in front of him that people ran for cover. No, he'd call it more of a strategic retreat. Cliche, but not far from the truth.
He didn't understand what was happening to him. He didn't know why that fireball in his chest reignited whenever Lucifer was around.
At first, he'd told himself it was just because he'd had a good time, weeks ago, soon to be months. So he told himself he'd go back to those old habits, in order to calm the devouring appetite for domination. He'd started hunting again, discreetly, so as not to alert the hotel to his activities. He had succeeded in catching and killing several preachers as well as Hell natives. He tortured them, forcing them to submit and implore him. But nothing worked. Even though it gave him immediate pleasure and relief from the burning, it always returned as a torch whenever he perceived the presence of the King of Hell. And boy, did this place stink of Lucifer. Wherever he was in this fucking city, he could feel the angelic presence ruling it by closing his eyes. He was so disgusted by it that he lived under its control.
He had refuted the sexual impulse for some time. He had looked at his body every time the emotion became intense and it didn't react. He wasn't getting hard, he wasn't feeling any pleasure from touching himself, even though he could feel Lucifer's presence close to him. No, there was nothing sexual about what he was feeling. Not for him. It gave him a similar sensation, perhaps, but it had nothing to do with it. But then, was it really just him who was having this effect on him? That was out of the question. But the more time passed, the less he could deny the possibility. The King of Hell had triggered something in him that he could control less and less.
One evening, a few weeks after their last altercation, they all gathered in the hotel lobby. After the success of their first outing, the hotel's residents had decided to go out more often. This evening was shaping up well for them. Everyone was keen to get out and about in the city of the pentagram. Alastor looked on with a sigh. He'd taken part in a few of these outings and, although he had to admit he'd enjoyed himself, he found them exhausting. Not that he didn't enjoy the action, far from it, but he was much in demand on these excursions and much preferred to drink tea with Rosie, in a calmer, more composed way.
The big absentee from these escapades was Lucifer, who had never taken part in any of them. The official reason was that someone needed to watch over the hotel. The unofficial reason was that the King of Hell was not at all comfortable with the souls he was supposed to govern. In itself, it was an open secret, but no one dared intervene. Give him time, Charlie concluded.
"Are you ready, everyone?" asked Charlie enthusiastically. Lucifer laughed at the situation.
"Sweetie," he said tenderly, "you say that like you know where you're going!"
The young woman laughed, which seemed to bring her father great joy.
"But that's what adventure is all about, Dad!" she exclaimed. "Every outing takes us somewhere unknown!"
"We often end up in the same bar, though." said Husk with a shrug. Angel gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.
"Yeah, but we never get there the same way!" he retorted, eliciting a knowing smile from the Cat Demon.
"You really should come with us, Dad." said Charlie, softly, as she took her father's hands. "I'm sure you'd like that."
Lucifer's smile grew tense and his expression slightly panicked. He forced a laugh.
"Oh, sweetie!" he said playfully, "I'm too old for this crap!"
"For being old, you're faded," Alastor growled softly into his beard.
He didn't think he'd be heard. It had been some time since he'd said so much as a word to the angel. He turned his gaze to him and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you're talking to me again?" blurted the King, which drew the Radio Demon's attention.
"I've had nothing to say to you until now," said the Overlord. He made a gesture as if to shake off some dust. "I wasn't going to keep wasting my breath talking to a senile man."
"Senile, eh?" sneered Lucifer. "Tell me, bellboy, how old did you die? Because judging by your constitution, I'd say around forty. You must not be in the best of physical shape, buddy."
He presented his body to him with a global hand gesture.
"Me, I'm still dashing and only a few millennia old. So no, I'm not faded."
"If that's true," continued Alastor, "then why don't you take your daughter and your friends for a walk? Unless the thousand-year-old being is afraid?"
Lucifer glared at him before smiling provocatively.
"Oh, please!" he said in a pleading but comical tone "Save me from those poor damned!" He gave a forced chuckle before finally declaring, "Don't be ridiculous."
The angel turned his attention to his daughter as the Radio Demon cursed him from the depths of his soul. That alone, that little joke, had broken something in Alastor. It was all over. He could resist no longer. He remained silent as the discussions between the other residents continued. Finally, they began to leave. Charlie looked at the Overlord.
"Are you coming?" she asked. He nodded in the negative.
"I'm sorry, dear," he said, "but tonight I have some business to attend to."
She looked at him for a moment before smiling shyly.
"Have a nice evening, then." she tossed him before exiting the hotel.
Only the two of them remained in the hall. Lucifer stretched with a yawn before turning back to the stairs. He had to be careful, he told himself. He had to wait. The others might retrace their steps. However, all his logical thoughts vanished when he realized that Lucifer was simply ignoring him. With a determined step, he came up behind the angel and put a firm grip on his waist. The King of Hell didn't even have time to let out a startled hiccup as Alastor sank his teeth into the flesh of his neck. A low moan escaped Lucifer's lips as the Radio Demon melted them into the shadows and moved them. When they reached the room the Overlord had chosen, he threw the angel onto the bed. The latter quickly turned to face the Demon, who fell on him with a fever he didn't know he had. He blocked the angel's arms and dominated him with his size and presence. The burning in his chest increased in size as he saw the lost expression of the King of Hell.
"Alastor?" he asked, confused.
"Beg me." ordered the Overlord, his gaze filled with uncontrolled desire. "Anything you want. Ask me to eat or go to the bathroom. Beg me to let you live or just stop. For God sake, if you have to fuck me for it, then do it. Anything, but beg me."
Lucifer was speechless as the Radio Demon thought himself ridiculous. He had literally just prayed to him. It was ironic, wasn't it?
He didn't move an inch, however, looking into the golden and red globes for a reaction from the King of Hell. The latter seemed to digest the information like a ping pong ball: with difficulty. Alastor was beginning to doubt what he'd just done, and a feeling of unease began to invade him. It must have shown in his expression, because suddenly Lucifer began to speak:
"Wait!" he said, as if to hold him back when the Demon hadn't moved. "It's just that... Wow, damn, that's hyper hot. I mean, in the sense that it's sexy, not in the sense that it's hot. After all, we're in Hell, so both are true in themselves, so you could say the situation is hot and I'm hot? And I'm hot because, damn it, it was hot and at the same time, it's hot? No, because it's hot, isn't it? Maybe we should add an air conditioner."
"Lucifer", Alastor reminded him. He could only notice the shiver that ran through the man's body beneath him.
"Sorry." apologized the angel. "It's just that... Fuck."
He bit his lower lip as the red rose to his cheeks.
"Uh." continued the King. "So, you... you want us to do what we did last time?"
The Overlord's ball began to consume him as he heard these words come from the angel's mouth. He lowered his eyes to his partner's crotch and easily noted his arousal. He returned to observing Lucifer's face, which was flushed and never leaving his eyeballs. Alastor then made a decision and moved back to the side of the King, lying on his side, his face level with the angel's, leaning forward to catch the slightest detail of his expression. He then lowered his hand to his partner's lower body, causing Lucifer's eyes to widen in surprise.
"Wait!" he exclaimed again. "You don't have to! I can..."
"No." interrupted Alastor. "I want to do it. Just... tell me how."
They looked at each other for a moment before Lucifer, flushed, grabbed his hand and guided it to his crotch.
"It's not complicated," he whispered. "All you have to do is move your hand up and down and watch my body react."
"Don't hesitate to guide me," ordered Alastor. He received a chuckle in reply.
"Begging, I get it," Lucifer sneered. The Demon looked at him intently.
They started slowly, letting them both get their bearings. It was the first time Alastor had done this with a man. He'd never felt attracted to the male gender until now, and the truth was, it wasn't the male gender that attracted him. It was him. Him specifically. The King played the game with far more experience than his partner. He seemed more used to this kind of situation and Alastor could easily understand why. He is a father, after all. However, he had a few things going for him. He was very observant and paid close attention to his partner. Because he could read him, he would slow down the pace when he saw it was going too fast for Alastor, or too intense. Sometimes he'd cut out moments to just let him breathe, gently encouraging him but never touching him, as if he knew he hated that. None of those previous relationships had ever thought of him like that. None of the women he'd shared a bed with had understood him like this.
When the apotheosis finally came for Lucifer, he didn't even feel disgusted because he could see. Not that he was enjoying the sensation of the liquid on his fingers. But to be honest, he wasn't interested in what was happening below the belt. It was the angel's face that fascinated him. His reactions were a delight. He was the one who'd caused this. Alastor, the Radio Demon, the Overlord, the human, was able to give these expressions to Lucifer, King, Fallen Angel, most powerful Being in Hell, who could kill him with the snap of a finger. The lump in his chest had spread throughout his body and now the heat was bearable, almost pleasant.
Lucifer closed his eyes and tried to regain control of his breathing as Alastor lay entirely beside him. He continued to watch him as the angel regained his senses. The King finally opened his eyes and looked at him for a few seconds before frowning.
"Why do you look at me like that?" he asked "Do I have anything on my face?"
Alastor didn't know what he meant by this, but simply shrugged.
"Yes, you have" he says.
"My cake face, is it?" growled the King. Alastor's smile turned mocking.
"No." he replied. "Semen. Or anything that came out of your penis."
The red in Lucifer's cheeks became much more intense, and the Demon couldn't prevent a teasing little laugh from escaping his lips.
Since then, their relationship had evolved and Alastor still wasn't sure what to make of it. From time to time, the two of them isolated themselves and enjoyed each other's company. Most of the time, they were just like each other. Always arguing, always provoking, but they had that little something extra that made the Radio Demon feel no more frustration. A warmth emanated from his body that became bearable and pleasant. When this heat became too strong, too intense, he would meet Lucifer in his apartments, who would bring him the relief he needed.
At first, it was awkward. Alastor's demands were brutal and impulsive. He didn't know how to handle the situation, and he was aware of it. But the angel was indulgent. He met his expectations, sometimes without even receiving anything in return, whispering pleas that soothed the Radio Demon's impulses, always respecting his limits. He didn't force him, he wasn't demanding. He was just patient, guiding him into a relationship the Overlord had never known before.
As they went along, Alastor began to take an interest in the King, in the sense that he could notice his wants and needs. He became less selfish in his pleasure and tried to do to Lucifer what he was doing to him. Now comes the discussion of penetration.
It was a normal weekday evening and the Radio Demon was watching the King smiling satiatedly, his eyes closed in satisfaction. Once again, Alastor had given him the pleasure he'd asked for, even if he was beginning to understand his partner's bodily signals. Occasionally, he took the initiative and was rewarded with erratic, spontaneous pleas. However, if the Overlord had learned from these previous partners, it was that it wasn't enough.
"You can penetrate me, you know?" said the Demon simply from start to finish.
Lucifer widened his eyes in surprise before turning his gaze to the bed's second occupant.
"Huh?" the King asked eloquently. Alastor rolled his eyes in frustration.
"During our lovemaking," the Demon clarified. "You can penetrate me. The reverse is not possible, at least not naturally. I can conjure a few things, if you want."
Lucifer propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the Overlord with confusion. The Demon didn't know what to make of his expression.
"What?" he finally says.
"Would you like that?" questioned the King.
"That's not the point," Alastor sighed. "I'm just saying..."
"No, no, no, no, no." cut in Lucifer. "Alastor, this is important to me. Would you like that?"
The Demon remained silent for a moment. He was pondering the situation.
"No." he finally said. It was the truth. He had absolutely no desire for this.
"Then we won't." the King continued with a shrug. "I'm satisfied with the way things are going."
"It never lasts, Lucifer." murmured Alastor, softly, in a breath, which caught the angel's attention.
There was a short silence before the King finally said:
"Look, I don't know what happened in your previous relationships. I don't know your story and I don't care. We..." he hesitated before saying in a much less assured voice, "We're building something. So we might as well make it pleasant for both of us, okay?"
"Are you telling me you've never wanted to fuck me?" questioned Alastor. He received a grunt of frustration.
"No!" he exclaimed, causing the Demon to raise an eyebrow. "I mean, yes, of course I do ! I've fantasized about it before! But that doesn't mean I want to do it."
He ran a hand through his hair.
"Relationships are all about compromise," he explains. "You adapt to the person in front of you, you discuss, you see what pleases him or her. Ecstasy comes with the other person's consent. There's nothing more satisfying than knowing your partner has the same desire as you."
He licked his lips before continuing:
"You took a step forward. You consented to bring me this pleasure. For my part, I did the same. In the end, even though it took effort on both our parts, we both came out ahead." He gave him a sidelong glance, "The day you really want to do this, when it comes from your willingness to consent to a new thing, then we'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, it's okay, we'll go back. There's time to experiment. But it has to be at everyone's discretion."
"So, if I understand correctly," teased Alastor, "it's that the quid pro quo for penetration will be proportional to the effort it requires of me?"
Lucifer laughed, a pure, angelic laugh. Alastor's heart sank.
"That's how deals work, isn't it?" sneered the angel.
Alastor felt a powerful emotion engulf his soul, and he was afraid to put a name to it. He'd only felt this way once before, in a different register, with a different person. The sensation was the same, but the substance was different. He straightened up and moved closer to Lucifer's face to place a long kiss on his lips. Surprised by the gesture, the King remained motionless as the Demon deepened the kiss, placing a warm hand on the nape of his neck. There was nothing lecherous in this exchange. The Overlord was just passing on his gratitude through this contact. When he broke it, they were both embarrassed by the situation. Lucifer gave a tense little laugh.
"On the other hand," he said, in a jovial tone. "You really need to mind your mouth. You've got the breath of a jackal."
Alastor grimaced mockingly.
"If you get those fucking clowns out of the third-floor hallway," he growled.
"Hey, that's not fair!" protested the King.
"What?" teased the Demon. "Proportional to the effort you're asking of me, right?"
Lucifer raised his eyes to heaven.
"Fuck you." he huffed.
"One day, maybe." replied Alastor, raising an eyebrow.
The King chuckled, which made the Demon smile sincerely.
More time passed and the feeling in Alastor's chest only grew stronger. He was afraid of what it meant, but continued his relationship with Lucifer anyway.
The further they went, the more affectionate the Demon became towards the angel, through small, innocuous gestures. He prepared meals for him. He cleaned up after him when the headstrong King moved on. He listened quietly when he lost himself in his creative train of thought. In the evenings, he made a habit of going to his room to read, sitting in an armchair while Lucifer made those plastic ducks. At first, he could see that the angel was confused by his presence. Normally, Alastor only entered the King's private space to curry favor, not just to spend time in his company. But the Demon felt the need to be at his side. He hadn't known such a state of fulfillment since... since he was abruptly separated from his mother when she died. Overnight, the most important person in his life had disappeared, like a flash of smoke in a magic trick. He'd lived a few more years on Earth before being brutally killed, and he'd never known such a feeling of solitude. His mother was everything to him. She was the person who knew him best, who understood him, who accepted him despite the fact that he was a raging psychopath. She was also the only person who didn't fear him. Now there was this idiot who brought him the same relief.
Lucifer knew who he was. He knew every inch of his soul, for he was a quasi-divine being, the master of Hell. He knew every sin committed by every one of his subjects. He could read their souls as if he were reading a book. He had confessed to him one day when his depression had hit harder than usual. Alastor had asked him why he didn't go out with the others. Lucifer had told him this secret. He'd told him that he saw everything in every preacher he met. It was his curse.
"Everything?" asked the Demon.
"Everything," agreed the angel, looking at him sadly.
Instinctively, Alastor's hand went to his lips, as if to touch the invisible thread of his contract. The King had moved towards him and gently removed his hand to place a kiss on it. It was a new gesture, surely unthought-of, for Lucifer was in a state of powerful distress. He ignored the gesture, which had disturbed him. It was one more compromise in their relationship. It was all very well for him to indulge in this romantic mawkishness for the loneliness it filled within him.
Their relationship was beginning to permeate their daily lives and was increasingly noticed by the other residents. No one had said anything to Alastor, however. From what Lucifer was telling him, he hadn't had any feedback either. The Demon couldn't care less. In fact, their bond wasn't all that different. They were just more patient with each other than they had been at first. Arguments and provocations were common, but they happened less frequently.
Alastor held his bloodied arm and swore at the deep wound. The demon that had already attacked the hotel had launched a new offensive, and there were many of them. Very many. The Radio Demon was standing at the hotel entrance, defending it against the onslaught of sinners and underworld natives. Suddenly, the demon, as powerful as an Overlord, had inflicted a cut on his arm, almost slicing him in two. Alastor then erected a shield between the enemies and the hotel, protecting the residents from the frontal assault. Charlie, Vaggie, Husk and Niffty stood beside him. Charlie looked with panic at the cut on his arm, but Alastor took no notice. He was already thinking about what to do next. His protection wasn't going to hold and, if the demon had wounded him, then he could easily overcome the others, who were far less powerful than him. Except for Charlie, but she was a special case. She couldn't master her powers. So she was useless right now. He'd tried to convince her to learn to use her strength, but to no avail. She was too afraid of herself to be able to control herself.
As Vaggie looked at his wound, he heard the rustle of wings coming towards them. He looked up at the same time as the rest of them and saw Lucifer coming down carrying Angel in his arms, like a princess. The situation was rather comical, the King being literally a third of the Spider Demon's size, which meant he was in a rather uncomfortable position. When they landed, Angel emerged from Lucifer's embrace, who was looking on in all seriousness as the attackers crowded against the wall.
"Guys, we're in deep shit!" he exclaimed as he approached them with great strides. "See those bastards?" he pointed at the wall. "There's twice as many of them on the other side! And they're coming fast!"
"Are you serious right now?!" exclaimed Husk as he looked at Angel. "How the hell did that clown manage to recruit so many people?!"
"I don't know!" exclaimed Angel, placing a hand on the Cat Demon's shoulder. "But I'll say it again, we're in deep shit!"
"No, we'll be fine," said Lucifer. He turned his attention back to the other residents of the hotel. He stared at Alastor: "Bellboy, you've got to take care of those coming up behind. We'll stay up front to contain the bulk of the assault. If I'm there, they'll concentrate on me. That'll give you time to take care of those bastards and come back to lend us a hand."
The other residents looked at the King as if he'd gone mad. Alastor, for his part, waited for what was to come, although a familiar sensation was growing in his chest.
"Wait, sir." asked Vaggie, stunned. "Are you sure about this?"
"Of what?" questioned Lucifer. He raised an eyebrow. "Why, do I look hesitant?"
"Luci!" exclaimed Angel. "We just saw thousands of demons charging at us! As powerful as he is, Alastor can't handle them all!"
"Of course he can, kiddo!" sighed the angel. "It's small fry, nothing out of the ordinary."
"Dad." said Charlie suddenly, his tone genuinely concerned. "Alastor's hurt."
A worried expression settled over Lucifer's features as he stepped towards the Radio Demon. He looked at the cut on his arm and suddenly seemed more relieved.
"Ah, this?" he said. "It's nothing!"
"His arm's almost cut in half," Vaggie added, eyebrows furrowed, clearly disapproving.
"Vaggie." said the King. "It's not an injury like that that's going to stop Bellboy."
"You could at least treat him!" exclaimed Charlie angrily.
"I might as well save my power for the fight," the angel defended. "He'll do just fine on his own."
He turned to the Radio Demon, an expression of pure confidence on his face.
"As soon as you're done, cover the rear with protection like this, we never know. And hurry back, we're going to need you."
The feeling in Alastor's chest swelled at these words and he felt like he was going to explode. Lucifer rolled up his sleeves and turned to face the attackers.
"Dad!" exclaimed Charlie. "You overestimate him!"
"On the contrary, sweetie," he replied firmly. "It's you who underestimates him."
That was the last straw. The Radio Demon straightened up, to the protests of the other residents. He paid them no mind, however. His target was right in front of him. So small and yet so imposing in its aura, in its presence, in the emotions it aroused in him. He took a determined step towards the angel.
"Lucifer", he called in a voice that had no radio echo. This surprised everyone present, including the main man, who turned to him, eyes wide.
"Alastor?" he asked, bewildered by the Overlord's tone and use of his first name.
The Demon moved swiftly towards his target and, with his able-bodied, blood-covered hand, grabbed the angel's neck. With one gesture, he bridged the gap between them and passionately embraced the King of Hell. With this gesture, he conveyed all the feelings he was experiencing at the moment: the exhilarating sensation of being considered powerful, the pride he felt at being treated as an equal, the gratitude of being understood by another to an extent he hadn't known for a long time. And then this affection. That damn affection that had been polluting him for some time now. When he broke contact, their lips were swollen from the intensity of the kiss they'd shared. Lucifer looked at him with many complex feelings. Finally, Alastor caressed his partner's cheek with his bloody hand, leaving a red trace on the angel's mother-of-pearl skin.
"As soon as we're done dealing with this shit, we're going to that damn room and you're going to take me in any position you want, as many times as you want." he ordered. Lucifer's cheeks quickly flushed and his expression, once complex, was now bemused, although Alastor could see excitement in his pupils.
The Demon moved away as he heard Angel exclaim, "I knew it! "
It wasn't a compromise. It was a gift that he gave him willingly. To thank him for making him fall in love.